Here are three alternate prose sections that continue the story: **Version 1 (red)** <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Boisterous Welcome" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder near the stables, a deep, thunderous voice boomed across the courtyard, making me turn. Sir Roland, the local knight, approached me with a wide grin, his armor gleaming in the fading light. "Ah, young Frederick! By the king's beard, you're as tall as they said! Come, let's get that travel dust off you with a tankard of ale!" He clapped me on the back, nearly sending me stumbling forward. </nc-section> **Version 2 (green)** <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Measured Greeting" data-color="green"> I led Thunder into the stables, where the scent of hay and horseflesh filled the air. As I began to unsaddle my steed, a figure emerged from the shadows. Sir Roland, the veteran knight, approached me with a deliberate stride, his eyes assessing. "Frederick, welcome to our humble castle," he said, his voice low and even. "I trust your journey was uneventful? Come, let us walk among the gardens; I would hear more about your expectations for your training." </nc-section> **Version 3 (blue)** <nc-section data-title="A Knight's Unconventional Encounter" data-color="blue"> As I tended to Thunder's reins near the stables, a commotion erupted from within. A knight, Sir Roland, tumbled out, laughing, with a stable boy perched on his shoulders. The boy was playfully attempting to crown the knight with a twisted hay wreath. Sir Roland spotted me, and his grin widened. "Ah, Frederick! Perfect timing! We're celebrating... well, the fact that young Tom here can still scale my armor." The knight chuckled, and the boy slid off, giggling. "Join us; we'll find more substantial refreshments to toast your arrival." </nc-section>